“...And this is one turtle whose ‘O-face' you don’t want to see!”
Sylvia Wages and Keven Cockett shared spectacularly hammy laughter behind the news desk, cameras rolling on Fillerton’s number two TV anchors as they finished off some of the ‘top-stories’ for the day. Keven flashed his gleaming smile from his freshly spray-tanned face while Sylvia flicked her blonde bob locks just done at the salon, the perfect contrast which aimed for the demographics they were aiming for - the ‘money-in-pocket’ demographic.
“Well, wasn’t that fun.” Sylvia tittered upon that town-famous booty that was inflated, nipped, tucked and repeatedly enhanced into the perfect seat cushions where ever she sat. Her producer knew that it spilled over on both sides of the undersized stool they placed her on, but that’s why males between 45 and 65 tuned in every night - to see her *ahem* ‘assets’ as a news-presenter. “Almost seems a shame to move into boring politics after all that!”
“Perhaps, Sylvia, but you know how much our junior political correspondant Mirana has been just bursting at the seams to share the latest in the mayoral race this year.” Keven gave a dismissive laugh before looking over to the left where the eager young reporter was indeed standing by a monitor, sweating and pulling at her white blouse to cool herself under these hot stage lights. “Maybe you can keep an open mind instead of shooting down every proposition that comes your way.”
His co-host tittered, but she certainly didn’t seem to please despite her smile growing. “I don’t know how dusty-ol’ elections could be exciting, but you did promise her after she did that favour for her.” Her eyes rolled on camera, but her smile remained straight, as authentic as a twenty-five dollar bill.
His eye visibly twitched as he spoke through clenched grinning teeth. “Not. On. Camera, Sylvia… Let’s not pretend we don’t know how you got this evening position, as-”
In a furious outburst, she threw the papers on her desk harshly to the ground, and made a fist his way. “Oh you would bring that up since-”
*TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES*
*♫ ♬ Dooo-Dooo-Do-Do-Do-Do-Dooo-Doooo~♪*
The camera quickly shifted from the ‘cheeriest pair this side of the Mississippi’ and onto a rather flustered-looking young woman, a bright-eyed Latina with a passion for journalism and politics but somehow she was stuck being the distraction for this brainless pair. However, as the camera’s lens focused further on her, Mirana Candelaria had to push that fact to the back of her mind. She’d done a lot to get here with piles of begging and shmoozing and far too much sucking that made her understand the corporate world a little too fast for her liking, but this was a story she wanted to tell.
Frankly, she had too much passion to keep this news suppressed.
“T-Thanks you two.” She tried her best to ignore the squabbling ‘cheery pair’ getting louder and louder in order to point to the monitor behind her. “As you viewers may already know, the autumn welcomes something a bit more than changing leaves and the school year - it also starts the election season!” Those words felt coarse and corny as she said them out loud, but it was simply too late to turn back now as she was the one who gave the script in the teleprompter. “But while most Americans may be looking to federal and state races, we’d be absolutely remiss to not catch up on our local mayoral election!”
Mirana took a deep breath, hoping that her near buckling of her knees wasn’t visible in the camera’s frame.
“Our current mayor, independent business man Samuel Gholson, is reaching his fourth and final term allowed by Fillerton’s town charter and this has fueled speculation on who will be running for his replacement.” Upon the monitor appeared the faces of two women who contrasted greatly, and not just because of their political parties or positions. “The primaries were fierce this summer but a candidate is finally standing and ready for the quickly coming election day.”
The left candidate, looking quite sharp in her blue suit, had a montage of her giving speeches and shaking hands before showing her waving with her short-haired wife. This nominee was a rather strong-looking woman of a creamy olive complexion below her bountiful dark raven hair, clearly leaning upon her relative youth compared to opponent, and as some clips showed, she liked to be seen in workout gear, showing off her feminine muscularity in a camo-green sports bra that said ‘Semper Fi’ in bold.
“Tiffany Gabriel, the confirmed candidate for the Burro Party*, impressed voters in her party with the most progressive platform for a mayoral campaign in Fillerton in years, inspired by campaigns across the country to invest more in public infrastructure, which includes schools and libraries, while also promising to protect sexual and racial minorities which she herself is one of. However, she’s also leaning upon her history of military service as a Marine to show that she’s no limp-wristed liberal and polls have been responding well to her rhetoric.”
Then the right candidate , dressed in a conservative red suit, swelled up on the monitor to overtake her opponent and clips of her campaign certainly contrasted greatly to her opponent. A moderate brunette bob upon a pair of thick-framed glasses was constantly smiling with her family of four standing nearby, seeming to be walking definition of a ‘soccer mom’ as she talked at the front of churches and business communities. However, for a traditionally minded woman, she certainly seemed to have a radically voluptuous body that she couldn’t even hope to hide behind her large sweaters and flowing skirts.
“Abby Kapelusznik, the winner of the Gopher Party* primary, certainly was a surprise win in her primary, beating a field of 16 candidates with her ability to get people excited about conservative policies that no other candidate has before. Leaning hard on libertarian principles, she states to stand firm with traditional families and religion while also promising to free small businesses and individuals from needless regulations which make it hard to live in the modern world. But, despite her sweet mom exterior, controversy from her past continues to haunt her, voters of even her own party wondering how her ‘family values’ stand when she had…. *ahem* previous experience in the ‘erotic-sector’ in her twenties.”
Another pictures lowered onto the monitor, a surprise third contestant entering from the top.
“Of course, that would be where we normally stop talking about the candidates, with the two major parties having already fielded their candidates and the election coming soon. However, in something almost close to a coup, Mayor Samuel Gholson has moved around the town charter’s rules to stand his wife as the successor candidate for his independent party - Iva Petrov Gholson.”
The video showed large campaign rallies of a woman in a black suit, banging on a lectern frantically until her supporters cried and saluted back with an even more furious fervor. She was seen constantly in black leather jackets and gloves, donning reflector sunglasses before giving speeches in front of the police and even kicking her own husband out of meetings so she could conduct them herself.
“Iva Gholson certainly claims that her run as mayor won’t be the same as her husband, promising a return to morality and order that she’s sat on the sidelines for far too long for. As for experience for the position, she simply states that it really has been her running the city in the last year of her twice-older husband’s term, saying the man is too senile to even get up in the morning. Obviously Mayor Gholson was contacted for a response, but he has, in fact, secluded most of the year due to ‘health complications’.”
Different images of these three women with their mouths wide flashed on screen, montaging them one on another until it was hard to tell where one reasonably attractive woman started and the other one ended.
“Of course this alone would be a reason to perk your ears to the race, viewers, but I certainly don’t have to tell you that this year has been strange.” She gulped herself, just noting herself of how absolutely bananas this year had been and these candidates weren’t putting anyone concerns to ease. “So how any potential mayor is going to put out these endless problems is still up in the air. For example,-”
*Warning…Warning…*
A buzzer overhead rang out in the studio, yet another warning that there was another breakout CUPID-69 was sweeping the building, and Mirana hardly had a chance to put on her mask before pink mist flowed past her feet. Quickly, the teleprompter was telling her to wrap it up before the office was isolated and let these infected ‘orgy it out’ of their system.
“UHN- UHN~ Give me that cock, Keven!” That expensive well-padded pair of asscheeks was being well-used, the anchors not getting their masks on in time and practically forced to copulate on air for the viewers at home.
“U-Uh yes…” Mirana tried to keep her eyes off the news anchors already fucking on the desk and keep her fingers above the border despite the burning desires now tingling up her thighs. “Well, m-make sure you know where your polling places are and…” She gulped, pinching her only all too evident nipples beneath her blouse. “A-And w-we’ll be b-back after these *Nnnnph~* messages and-and-”
The harsh over lights finally cut, but she wasn’t sure if that meant a commercial break or merely because the lighting crew had started making out with each other.
Crazy year, like she’d said.
“Great segment.” The statuesque redhead who ran this whole station came from around the corner, her usual sharp cyan powersuit a tad disheveled with a smidgen of her silky lace black bra popping out, the thing probably costing about a month’s salary for Mirana. “I almost cared which of those crazy bitches actually won for a second.”
“H-Hello Miss Winestone.” Mirana looked to her feet, already having a strong sense where this was leading. “D-Did you really like it?”
”Oh yeah~” She purred, those expensive pants and literally sparkling panties dropping to her ankles to revealed her thick and muscular thighs were damp with arousal. “I was even hoping to discuss more details of this election in my office, seeing as we’re stuck here until the arousal dies down…”
“A-Alright…” Mirana found herself not following but crawling behind her boss to her office, at least hoping that this round of clit-sucking would get her a pay-raise or something.
Of course, such was normal during this election’s October Surprise!
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